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Poetry By: LizLew

This is for Christian Taylor's poetry compatition.

Some credit goes to Ghoul24 for insperation.

Submitted:Sep 22, 2011    Reads: 30    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   

Gentle clouds glitter the black sky,
The moon hangs bright at midnight.
The deadly silence after the screams and the blood,
Was it worth all the loss of my soul, the loss of love?
Yes, because I'm a fallen angel, the most damned of them all,
I listen and respond to evil's whispered call.
Listen to the ghosts screaming in the wind,
As you listen, your soul become singed.
The louder the whisper, the worse you become,
Falling into darkness, until you become one.
Try and hear your only heartbeat,
But instead you feel your empty heart bleed.
Listen to the cracking, the destruction of it,
Feel it change, turn into something disgusting.
Watch yourself change in form, watch your soul rise and sour.
You've become like me, a demon of hate, I created you, my demon of pain.


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